Under the same huge moon disk, thousands of miles away in Songhai City, red blood drops fell from the sky like petals, burying the solemn tall buildings of the General's Mansion.
What's the point? He was also a man who lost his father and mother very early on. Although his life was not full of bloodshed, fighting for survival, he still remembered the bright and bright moon of the past few years? Indeed... he remembered the deeds of a long, long time ago, a long time ago.
It's still a little blurry now.
It is said that a long time ago, there was a cook named Ding, who had superb cooking skills and a lot of skill. He said that he had mastered the cooking skills and understood all kinds of food in the world.
Leaning on what the feet are walking on, kneeling on where the knees are leaning, the sword is straight, the sword is playing, and the sound is all right. The world is horrified, vying to taste the five flavors of the world under his kitchen, and there are so many people gathered, like three animals and five animals being worshiped in the hall.
Animals, burn incense and pray every day.
Who doesn't know this kind of thing?
The listeners praised it, and the storytellers of later generations also spoke with great interest, holding the clapper and hitting the board.
Everything in this world has its ups and downs, and there will be times of great fame and gloom, but there will also be gloomy days. When the reputation of an inn becomes more and more prosperous, various forces gather in Songhai.
The bloody rose on the chest is still blooming, and with recent eyes, I can see a frame of red sun shining faintly on the distant horizon.
later?
The Mohist family's belly nest is disturbed, and the jade leaves and flowers are fragrant and disappear.
Passers-by strolled along the peaceful Songhai Sea, unaware that the storm was coming.
By this time, the Xiongnu army had penetrated the yellow dust in the sky, the horns were clanging, and the flags on the Great Wall suddenly fell down.
As time goes by and we look back on time, we can still find this scene in our memory:
When he met the imperial heavy armored army on a narrow road, Tianming carefully whispered: "Isn't this the Confucian Mr. Zhang Liang? How come he is with the Qin army?"
But Shaoyu replied calmly: "Idiot! He is helping us, don't you see it?"
"Then what should we do now?"
At that time, although the Confucian Zhang Liang only had a glimpse of the two of them in the city, he was dealing with them familiarly at this moment: "Have you completed what you were asked to do?"
Shaoyu answered the question tacitly: "We •;amp;#8226;;amp;#8226;;amp;#8226;;amp;#8226;;amp;#8226;, completed"
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Zhang Liang asked again: "Where's that thing...it's the refreshments for the guests!"
As if he had made an appointment in advance, the shopkeeper named Chef Ding came on time to smooth things over: "Fat Ding is here for tea, hehe, hehehe!"
"Shopkeeper Ding, you are very punctual!"
Cook Ding laughed heartily in front of Qin Bing and the two young men: "As a businessman, you must be honest, hahaha! Oh, these two young men are so talented, Confucianism is indeed extraordinary!"
.......
Since then, they have spent a short happy time together.
In an inn named Youjian, how many people know about this shiny and special innkeeper with a special identity? In the last few days, the famous Qilu man quietly performed a life-turning drama...
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His eyes were directed to the world outside the window. In that suddenly strange and unfamiliar world, there were threats that were very close at hand.
Zhao Gao came to ask angrily: "Shopkeeper Ding, I have something to ask you for advice."
What's going on?
At this time, no one can escape by pretending to be deaf and dumb.
"There are so many threads and it's a long story, but shopkeeper Ding will explain it step by step," and he was lured into the trap with a polite politeness of asking for instructions.
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The night can hide many things, especially killings. How many killings are hidden silently in the bright day, but they grow secretly in the long dark night.
There are many layers of buildings.
A blood-colored rope suddenly hangs down from the top of the city, as if vines are wrapped around the palm of the hand, going round and round. The thin thorns growing on the vines sink into the palm of the hand, and bright red blood streaks can be seen along the stems.
The vines wind all the way. Like a dark crack at night, it cuts through the cold sky, dragging a body with a messy tent. The torn clothes are soaked with wet blood, and half of the bloody face is faintly exposed in the loose hair.
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There seems to be a heart-breaking wind blowing in the sky, which always sounds a bit desolate, desolate, and sad, and it also casts a layer of desolation over the entire Songhai City.
The once plump figure of Cook Ding is now as thin as a floating kite, shivering in the city with the dim torch. In the rich silence, the solidified atmosphere is so oppressive that people want to shout loudly, but they are strangled tightly.
Your throat cannot move, and if your body turns even an inch further, it seems like you will fall into the unknowingly deep canyon at your feet.
In the building that was first dyed with blue lanterns, Prime Minister Li Si, who was in a blue satin style, sat in undressed clothes, with his hands stiffly folded on his knees, never moving at all. The bright white candle flickered uneasily under the window, illuminating the room of the incense burner.
The clouds were filled with smoke, and there was a brown eunuch opposite the lone lamp, with half a face like a vampire monster.
I don’t know how much time passed, and the night shrouded the sky and the earth like a thin curtain. The tall buildings in the entire city were surrounded by ink pictures without any fluctuations. The only thing that was different from the surrounding scenery was the gradually deepening shadow opposite Li Si—Zhao
Gao, his sharp black nails are always tapping the table rhythmically, and a pair of evil eyes penetrate the scenery outside the window. The high-rise buildings are like towering forests in the misty mountains, and there is a solitary butcher on the forest.
There was blood flowing from the cook Ding's body, and it gathered drop by drop and flowed between the tiles, and then flowed lower from the cracks in the tiles. The air was filled with rich blood, strange and fresh.
In the eyes of the armored guards, the high-hanging body was as broken as a piece of paper, and there was no trace of blood on the pale face. After being treated with inhuman torture, he was like a dirty rat in the gutter.
, completely changed beyond recognition, and will never be able to come close to the light again.
The cold wind was like sharp knives, making him endure the torture of shaving his flesh and bones, but it wouldn't last long, because his body would be numb by then, but some fragmentary and terrifying fragments would still flash through his consciousness.
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"It seems like we can no longer rely on your precious tongue to get you to confess to Little Sage Village's illicit treason. So what else do you need your tongue for?" In the black memory dug out, it was Zhao.
With a high shadow and an evil tone, he finally issued this sanction: "Shopkeeper Ding's cooking skills are famous all over Qilu. He must have tasted all kinds of delicacies, but here is a rare and unique taste.
, I wonder if you have tried it?”
"Open your heart, is life worse than death? Or a more exciting taste enjoyment?"
As soon as it hits the stomach, the pungency pierces the lungs and internal organs, and the five internal organs are burned. Gradually, the whole body turns red and the eyeballs become bloodshot.
"I know that there is a painful burning flame in every inch of your body." It can burn his consciousness to ashes. "Most people can't stand it for a moment. They want to swallow their tongues and commit suicide but can't. Why don't you compromise?"
"What are you waiting for? What are you insisting on?" Zhao Gao whispered seductively: "Tell me the evidence of collaborating with the enemy in Xiaoshengxian Village, and...all the plans of your Moh family."
Cook Ding seemed oblivious, even though he had overcome this lingering pain, he happened to see the boy from the Yin Yang family when his consciousness was at its weakest.
"Lord Xinghun," Zhao Gao greeted the evil young man respectfully, "This man is so determined that even the pain of purgatory cannot pry his mouth open. If we don't use effective means, I'm afraid he won't live long."
"At this time, it is when his willpower is at its weakest. I can do whatever I want." Xinghun's mouth straightened inward, his lips were closed, and his blue pupils were dilated, as if he were a judge of death.
His gaze was directed towards the tortured person.
Although he struggled hard, he could not stop a devil's claw from invading his fragile mental power. The feeling of a poisonous snake bite wandered in his head, like a sharp key that mercilessly inserted into the shackles of memory and opened it.
A crack, until the entire mental barrier collapsed, and the devil's claws greedily absorbed information.
"Master Xinghun can keep his life for the time being. For his friends who have deep love and loyalty, this life will always be useful." Even if Cook Ding opened his eyes as wide as possible, he could no longer see clearly what was ahead.
, there is only one face that is deeply imprinted in my eyes. For most of my life, I have been used to seeing sadness, anger, and bone-chilling sneers, but I have never seen such a terrifying expression on this evil face.
On the careless road to death, he may not be able to rest in peace again, because his memory has been plundered, and the fate of Confucianism and Mohism may be rewritten. There is no escape for a useless body. He knows very well that the empire can use him
What kind of harm will be caused by what this insignificant and broken body does? He can only pray in his heart that his former companions will not see his eye-catching figure. The useless "bait" will make their lives hang by a thread, but he
My heart became conflicted again, looking forward to seeing those once-familiar faces for the last time.
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He will eventually die worthless with endless regret.
In the atrium, the strength of the blood surging was almost empty.
The shrill wind was telling of the endless loneliness, and there were only some happy memories to accompany him to the end.
Cook Ding was immersed in the time of death alone. When he was dying, he learned to control his own mind. Even if he was alone, it was not a bad situation. He did not feel sorry for himself, did not feel inferior, and did not complain. Moment by moment,
That dark moment of death is bound to arrive, and that moment will come soon.
However, fate cleverly added a farewell episode to the ending. The past memory fragments were quietly cut off along with the rope hanging him, and his empty body and memories fell together.
My heart actually has a wonderful feeling of escaping from the constraints and flying freely in the sky.
"Shopkeeper Ding"
A cold voice cut through the cold air, awakening Cook Ding's sleepy eyes.
This voice is just like that time.
On the bustling street, a special guest was greeted outside an inn: "Hey! Boss Gao."
"Shopkeeper Ding".
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"Chi!" With a sound, the Shui Han Sword spun in several dazzling arcs in mid-air and fell into the tiles. Gao Jianli's pair of powerful arms steadily caught Cook Ding's fallen body.
The cold wind passed by, and the lights in the building became a little swaying. When Li Si looked outside, surprise and uneasiness were mixed in his expression, just like his contradictory heart, longing to be understood, but afraid of being seen through.
The wind was howling fiercely, and I looked up and saw another black shadow falling from the sky in the vast night.
After the clouds moved away, the moonlight revealed the aloof sword master with its sharp edge. His face was like water and his clothes were swaying, which seemed to show a dying life. He accepted a baptism in the mortal world in the despair of An Ran.
His eyes cleared the clouds and saw the moon, and his exhausted heart was like a rose flower that had bloomed at the end of its life. Cook Ding opened his eyelids, turned his head slightly, and faced two pairs of bottomless pupils. Then, his heart swelled and beat again.
With courage, the most real smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Xiao, Gao•;amp;#8226;;amp;#8226;;amp;#8226;;amp;#8226;;amp;#8226;
"Guy, sir", his voice was trembling a little, it was a combination of weakness and eagerness.
Gao Jianli's throat was sore in his sight. He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't squeeze out even a single word. All his emotions were drowned in a pair of abyss-like eyes.
''I'm sorry, Gao Jianli is late.'' In the cold wind, Gao Jianli supported him with his arms, with an expression of regret that he couldn't pretend to be. He lowered his head and regretted the delay.
"Hehehe... It's okay, Xiao Gao, I can see you again
You are so... so excited...
...It’s beyond words...I am already very satisfied.” Although his eyes were dim and his words were intermittent, Gao Jianli could feel the intense fluctuations in Chef Ding’s emotions.
"Prepare to capture". The general's order was issued at this time: "Seize them and don't let anyone go."
The armored soldiers who were rounding up shouted loudly and threw out the bait. It was time to close the net. They were waiting for a group of Mohist disciples who were designated as rebels by the empire. They had been waiting for too long. They had been guarding them for so many days.
, finally brewing such a result.
"Tonight, you traitors will have no chance of escaping. Take them immediately..."
Before the commanding officer could finish his words, a chill that condensed everything came over the sky and the earth, and a wooden sword shined in the night at the fastest speed. Only three sounds of "bang, bang, bang" were heard.
The officer and the armored soldiers on both sides of him were dead.
On the tiles of the high-rise building, Gai Nie was guarding Cook Ding and Gao Jianli with a wooden sword in his hand. The armored troops were scattered in all directions. Their high-pitched shouts and threats suddenly stopped. The people who were swarming towards him seemed to have stiffened their joints, and their movements became increasingly tense.
The slower it gets, the more it eventually stops.
"Is everyone okay?" Cook Ding's voice was stiff.
, as if the voice did not come from his body, only the uncertain vulnerability in his eyes told Gao Jianli his worries.
Gao Jian caught the sadness in his eyes, and said in a low and sad but soothing tone that everyone was out of danger.
"That giant?" He asked about Tianming, the child who had spent a happy time with him, and the joys and sorrows of the past were just like yesterday.
In the weather of late winter and early spring, everything is still quiet, the wind is howling, but green buds have emerged from the branches, and two or three young grasses have sprouted from the corners. Something is quietly surging underground, just waiting for the opportunity.
It will break out of the ground soon.
"You're too polite, you can call me Fatty Ding"
Tianming immediately called out "Fatty Ding" in agreement.
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Under the locust tree, Tianming sighed in despair: "...So that's how it is!"
Cook Ding knew this and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"nothing!!"
Cook Ding said with a smile: "Did you originally think that you had incredible magical abilities? Although you were a little scared, you were actually very happy inside?"
"No!" Tianming argued with mixed feelings.
"When it turns out that the person with the magical and incredible abilities is someone else and not you, you feel very disappointed in your heart."
"I didn't," Tianming argued against his will.
"You have it".
"I don't".
"You have it".
"I don't".
Chef Ding changed the subject and said, "Let me tell you, you actually have magical and incredible abilities."
"I didn't, I didn't, I didn't..." As the words went back and forth, the sophistry became more intense, and he suddenly reacted and confirmed earnestly: "Really?"
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"Shopkeeper Ding, has someone made you angry again?"
"Forget it, don't mention it."
"It must be Ziming again."
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After the daily routine of practicing the Jie Niu Knife technique, Tian Ming made a sly suggestion: "Hey, Fatty Ding, why don't you give me the remaining half of the chicken, and I'll learn half a move more next time, no, one move."
Zhao, what do you think?"
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"Don't worry, Tianming is also very safe!" Gao Jianli's tone was filled with sadness, and he desperately wanted to hold his trembling body in place.
Cook Ding tried his best to put on a bright smile, and even the corners of his eyes were filled with smiles: "Hehe, hehehehe"
;#8226;;amp;#8226;;Before I died...I got a wish...God treated me...it was really good."
The indescribable sadness made people cry, and the meeting and knowing each other ended in the middle of the night. The broken body had lost too much blood, and it was already out of breath from exhaustion without even saying a few words.
Gao Jianli lowered his chin silently, examining his expression with a pair of sad eyes: "Everyone is waiting to meet you again, we will take you away now."
Under the clouds as quiet as the desert, Cook Ding shook his head with his remaining strength and said slowly: "I have never had the pleasure to listen to your elegant music. Once, I quietly touched your piano, haha amp
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"No", Gao Jianli shook his head, his voice was very soft, for fear of interrupting Cook Ding's fragile breathing.
"Haha. It's a pity that I don't even have the chance to listen to your performance."
, the vision gradually blurred, and the pupil sluggishness spread.
Gao Jianli's body trembled, and he knew what it meant next.
"Xiao Gao•;•;•;amp;#8226;;amp;#8226;;Please... be good•;amp;#8226;
;;amp;#8226;;Guard...your, Qin", after saying the last request, it seemed like a hundred years had passed away overnight. As the breath dissipated, Cook Ding instantly turned into a pale and transparent figure.
He looks like a man with tears in his eyes, a warm smile, his fingers are weak, and he writes a sentence for the rest of his life, about life and death, without fear.
"If we join hands in the next life..." Gao Jianli felt a chill in his heart, squeezed his stiff hand, and finished the words in silence: "Let's renew our relationship as brothers!
I can no longer hear other words. There is a dull pain in my head. I only feel that my mind is shaky and my body is so empty that it can float away in the wind. Even if I open my eyes to the maximum, I can't see anything in front of me. There is only that deep face.
The marks of the earth are engraved in the eyes. Gao Jianli's handsome face is filled with deep emotions that can move even a stone-hearted person.
The smile and all expressions on Cook Ding's face disappeared, leaving no more words. The bright red blood trailed down from the beams, wrapping a thick blanket of deathly silence.
The wind blew, and the spring scenery began to bloom, with endless bone-chilling feeling. Under the eaves, the armored soldiers stood motionless. The leaves of the trees were blown away wildly, and each one was a cold mask, hiding a face.
, unknown look, uniform clothes...
The embellished scarlet seems to burn the eyes, and also seems to echo the tune of a tragic song.
Eternal night is like a thread related to the truth in a scam.
Black clouds surged, burying the clear stars in the sky layer by layer, and the earth was covered with a cold quilt. Li Si forced himself not to pay attention to the movement outside the window until the candles burned out, but it was still so cold that it made people feel upset for no reason.
Time, like water, leaves no trace, but this short moment seems to have been wasted for a hundred years.
If we join hands in the next life and renew the bond of brotherhood, the tears that quietly overflowed from the corners of Gao Jianli's eyes marked the final chapter of separation.
"The entire army listens to the order and capture these two rebels immediately." Li Si's absolute order came from the distance, "What are you waiting for? Prepare to attack."
Gai Nie's cold eyes swept over it, and the armored soldier felt as if he had fallen into the deep ravine and icy pool. The spear in his hand was about to be exhausted and he retreated. Countless faces looked at each other.
The tired heart finally stopped functioning, and the companion's life jumped into the bottomless valley.
Gao Jianli gently put down his body. The world was in a state of flux. Looking for another soul in the vast sea of people was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Even the gods of the underworld searched in vain. Gao Jianli lowered his eyes, paused, and said in a calm tone: "
Heaven and man are separated forever, and we will never see each other again. I want to send him on his last journey!"
"Do what you have to do, and leave the rest to me." The sad wind blew the broken hair on Gai Nie's forehead. He stood taller and gradually moved away from the front, facing the swarming armored troops, standing into an indestructible line.
of barriers.
Looking at the back of that trustworthy figure, Gao Jianli suddenly untied the cloth strips wrapped around his body. The guqin he took off his back was placed smoothly on the tiles, and he sat down on the spot and played another song of "High Mountains and Flowing Waters".
The wind blew suddenly, the leaves were in chaos, and in the half-waning moon among the shimmering clouds, six people appeared staggeringly, like six deadly poisonous thorns, placed in every corner around the two rebels, forming an airtight screen.